She is flawed
Disfigured and ugly
By this fault.
And rightly you despise her
Because
She would not control
Her desire to care
To wonder what would make you happy
To bring you peace
To bring you joy.
Selfishly
She thinks the answer lies in her.
The Hubris!
She imagines
She has the solution.
Foolish, she tries this and that
Arrogantly
As though with one more attempt
She can bring ease.
Contemptible that she lives
For one smile
For that reach of love
Thoughtless
That she can’t recognize
The savagery of the polite
The vicious smile of the ever hungry
Bearing flowers and gifts
Come not to eat at your table
But YOU.
As they insist you serve them
Courteously
Your heart for them to consume.
She is flawed and foolish and arrogant and thoughtless,
I’m not.
She is quiet and polite and courteous.
I’m not.
-alka
Oct 2014